I am the medium to treasure that pulsate in your desire. among the dead and the alive my regency swells at your side. I give love. I give blood. I shall become one with god in your.
Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.. . Towards the realm of ritual. Leaded by the grief. The faith in spiritualism. Possesses your belief.. . The master won't remit your sins.
- An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -. I gave you to my desert. 'said ya' might be lost but not alone. I sold you to my prototype. propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!.
Drunk the tears from. The darkest light. Ancient sigh of the vanish hopes. Drunk from wound. Of a crying bowel. Smeared by bloody. Torment's agony. . Sneers my heart demised.
Fade away, my love. Under painful clay. Deep in the desert. Where no mortal's ever set foot. There she is lain. With a rose in her mouth and her hand.
You fall before us, shattered in vain. You thrash about us, screaming in pain. Tortured and flaming, you're on your knees. you fucking whores, it's us you must please.
Turn the lights down. Cause there is nothing more to see. Watching the days drown. Inside a world that is no place to be. . I have learned to cry silently.
As we march through the cities. of conquered lands. A feeling of power. Takes over our minds. . When we see the enemies' fate. Upon our hands. So difficult to keep control.
This whole place has really gone to shit man. A real down hill tune. Everybody owes you candy. You'll glass to chew. Trick or treatin' is a dangerous game man.
[lyrics: Les]. . Dark edifice shrouded in the thick mist. Walls covered with shadow bathed in the purple of the sun. Master's throne wrapped in the attire of the ancient lords.
We smoke dubs on hot streets. Watch hoes creep. Drop hits of acids in 3's. Blow up bitch police. As they drive down my street. In their ugly ass caprice.
There were times when I questioned my reasons. Thought I wouldn't last. Seemed the hand of God held my head underwater. Somehow I fought back. . It's still not over yet.
Get up !. Brutality, in action. Be me becoming an animal. Blue eyes, bloody sight. Ready for a fatal fight. Maniak !. Anal way to explain you. This hate I feel is all for you.
Day after day we're searching. for our own way,. learning step by step. from mistakes and illusions.. New horizons give us. the strength to set up. reveries we believe.
Mare di stelle. Sul tramonto di questo lungo viaggio. Dolce accarezza la memoria mentre ti stringo a me. Tra le tue braccia portami con te. Presto ritorner.
I've passed through the fields of illusion. I've raised the flame of delusion. But now all the secrets are broken. I've passed through the fields of illusion.
Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Mikael Dahl. . You think you're Messiah supreme,. 'cause you write in a magazine. But what's coming out of your head. makes me wonder if your brain is dead.
Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Mikael Dahl. . Hey Metalhead! It's time to wake the dead. Step out of the shade, and join the great crusade. I'll be your guide on this glory ride,.
Someon hassles you, try giving them a 10. They'll probably never bother you again. Because Money Talks and people listen. To get rich is the Amerikan ambition.